Matthew 14:27

• [Mat 14:27] Be Not Afraid

  Come weal, come woe where’er we go, God is not far away; He holds the stormy winds that blow, And molds the golden day. The darkest night to Him is light, And thro’ the shine or shade, He speaks in tones of tender might, “My child, be not afraid.” Refrain Child, be not, be not afraid; Child, be not, be not afraid The darkest night to Him is light, And thro’ the shine or shade, Child, be not, be not afraid; Child, be not, be not afraid He speaks in tones of tender might, “My child, be not afraid.” Tho’ clouds may veil the stars that sail O’er boundless seas of space, And lights along all shores may fail, God will not hide His face; But sweetly whispers while His hands Upon His own are laid, “Lo! at thy side thy Father stands, My child, be not afraid.” Refrain Thro’ changing years, in joy and tears, The changeless One abides, And safe the soul from doubt and fears That in His bosom hides. On noisy street, in still retreat, Thro’ vales of deepest shade, That voice is heard with accents sweet, “My child, be not afraid.” Refrain

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• [Mat 14:27] When Jesus Speaks

  I hear sweet whisperings of love When Jesus speaks to me; And blessèd comfort from above, When Jesus speaks to me. Refrain When Jesus speaks, when Jesus speaks, So faithful He will ever be That I will rejoice To hear His sweet voice, When Jesus speaks to me. ’Twill be sure guidance day by day, When Jesus speaks to me; To lead me in His own right way, When Jesus speaks to me. Refrain There’ll be rebuke, whene’er I sin, When Jesus speaks to me; A closer fellowship to win, When Jesus speaks to me. Refrain His kingly word shall be with pow’r, When Jesus speaks to me; Grace for the needs of ev’ry hour, When Jesus speaks to me. Refrain

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Matthew 20:34

• [Mat 20:34] Jesus, Full Of All Compassion

  Jesus, Jesus, full of all compassion, Hear Thy humble suppliant’s cry; Let me know Thy great salvation, See, I languish, faint and die. Guilty, but with heart relenting, Overwhelmed with helpless grief, Prostrate at Thy feet repining, Send, O send me quick relief. Whither should a wretch be flying, But to Him Who comfort gives? Whither, from the dread of dying, But to Him Who ever lives? While I view Thee, wounded, grieving, Breathless, on the cursèd tree, Fain, I’d feel my heart believing, That Thou sufferedst thus for me. With Thy righteousness and Spirit, I am more than angels blest; Heir with Thee, all things inherit, Peace, and joy, and endless rest. Saved! The deed shall spread new glory Through the shining realms above; Angels sing the pleasing story, All enraptured with Thy love.

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